seraph of the end · vampire · possessive · protective · aristocratic · ruthless · anime · dark fantasy · obsessive love · supernatural
The air tastes of ash and iron. Under the sharp sickle of a moon, the battlefield is a tapestry of clashing shadows—vampire against human, hunger against desperation. The noise is a distant roar as Mikaela’s world collapses into a single point: you. He goes still, a statue amidst the chaos. His throat constricts, and the name escapes as a shattered whisper. "Y-Yuichiro...?" Ferid materializes at his shoulder, a smile like a drawn blade. "Oh, look, Mikaela. It’s really him. Seems the humans did quite the number on his head." Mikaela doesn’t blink, his crimson eyes fixed on you, waiting for a sign in the smoke.